# Application
NAME: Emily
JOURNAL: iluvroadrunner6
EMAIL: iluvroadrunner6@yahoo.com
AIM: iluvroadrunner6
WIKI NAME: iluvroadrunner
CHARACTERS: TBD
CHARACTER NAME: Detective Don Flack, Jr.
FANDOM: CSI:NY
CANON: Between 224: Charge of this Post and 301: People with Money
WHAT THEY LOST: Memories of his colleague, Aiden Burn.
PERSONALITY: Flack is, first and foremost, a good guy. He’s been a cop all his life, grew up in a cop family, and he’s very much a person solidified in black and white, right and wrong. He has a very high regard for human life, and people who take it senselessly? Generally piss him off. This isn’t to say, however, that he doesn’t see the shades of gray in his work, and how people can often be victims of circumstances beyond their control-that being said, however, if you try to play those circumstances, and he doesn’t feel that you fit the criteria, he will call you on it.
Flack is also a pretty calm guy, but he does have a quick temper and a quick lip to go with it. He’s quoted as saying that when you’re losing your temper and “[he’s] the cooler head in the room, you know you’re in trouble.” There are some things that he feels very passionate about, and he’s not going to hold back a snarky or inflammatory remark when he feels that those things have been offended. He is extremely loyal to the people he cares about, however, regardless of what they do, and he’ll always try and help them find a way out of things. When needed, he can be the cooler head in the room, and he does his best to take care of the people in his life to the best of his ability.
He also really, really likes food.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: People told him to take it one day at a time.
Every time they did, he wanted to bite their heads off and tell them when they’d had a huge chunk blown out of their side, they could tell him to take it one day at a time.
It wasn’t the rehabilitation that bothered him so much. Physical therapy wasn’t that bad-the doctor was cute enough, and if she was having a good day, she might actually flirt back when he flirted with her-but the rest of the time when he had to sit in a hospital room, or on his couch at home, bored out of his skull, was pure torture. He wasn’t used to something like this, and while everyone knew it, they also should know him well enough to know that telling him to take it easy wasn’t exactly going to help.
But he didn’t tell them that. On the days when his temper was shorter, he tried to fight the urge to snap back at them, and just took a deep breath before forcing the smile, with the usual nod and ‘yeah, I know.’ On the better days, he just shrugged it off. And on the really good days, they wouldn’t say anything, and just grab a beer from his fridge and plop down in his living room to watch the game. Those were the days he favored over everything else, because those were the days that felt most normal, and least out of place. Those were the days where he didn’t have to think about what he had been through, and what he could or couldn’t remember.
Those were the days when people actually let him forget.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: It’s every cop’s job to do whatever they can in their power to get the guy. That’s the job from Day 1. You are there to protect and serve, no matter what the outcome is for you. If you die, but you did what you needed to do to make sure that guy didn’t hurt anyone else, then you did your job, and you’re a hero. There are rules you need to follow, and while some of the rules can be bent slightly and some can’t, they’re there, and rules are there for a reason.
It’s been drummed into me since I was old enough to know what it meant. My dad-he expected me and my brother to follow in his footsteps. Join the family business, so to speak. He expected both of us to become decorated hero cops just like he was so he drummed it into us from Day 1. You follow the rules. You keep your nose clean. But other than that, you do whatever you have to do to get the job done. The victims you don’t get the job done for? They’ll keep you awake at night. And if they don’t, you shouldn’t be the one doing this job.
Naturally, my brother scoffed at the idea, but then again, he wasn’t the one to join the force-I was. And I did as I was told. I followed the rules, day in and day out, and I’m still doing it. The job’s, the job, after all.
So, basically, what I’m afraid of? That’ll get pushed too far, and I’ll break a rule. Like Gavin broke a rule. Or Aiden broke a rule. I know where the lines are, and I know how to stay inside them. But I’m worried that eventually there’s going to be that one case where I forget where the lines are-or even worse than forgetting, I know they’re there, but I ignore them anyway. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I went dirty and if (heaven forbid) it ever happens, and I do actually think what I did was right? Then I deserve to get shipped up to Riker’s. I don’t want to be one of those guys, but I’m afraid that push comes to shove I may be. I’m only human after all.
I’ve seen it happen to too many people, and I don’t want to be one of them.